Chapter 47

Lucy's POV

The cliffs gaped wide open, waiting to swallow us whole. From the palace, I had always seen it from the palace. An endless, pitch-black abyss just waiting patiently for someone to fall straight into its maws. Never could I have imagined myself being right at its edge, close to meeting such an end.

Back at the basement, Gert and Finn had taken Shaun and I captive with the use of silver knives, artefacts that had been banned from werewolf territory for years to protect us from those who sought to do us harm. Silver weapons were undoubtedly fashioned by humans, who had taken an interest in our kind, and often looked for ways to overpower us, which led to the rift between our races. Of course, as with all people, hearts were capable of treachery, and wolves would align with humans and vice versa every once in a while in order to achieve certain goals.

Now, it appeared that silver weaponry was still very much in operation, which meant that even werewolves could gain access to t